Dear God

Dear God


Time: 2 PM

Date: 20-11-2017

A Letter came to my house.

The letter read as follows:



“Dear God,

I have walked on rough roads in life

I have heard fallacious arguments

About your existence or non-existence

I sense and feel that there is a purpose

Why are we living this life?

I faltered at first to ask you this

But now I am caged inside my own mind

There is only one way left

So, I am asking you this question

What is the meaning of life?”



The date on the letter was 20-11-1987

And it was addressed to me by God.

I ran towards the postman to find the truth.

He vanished into the sky and I never saw him ever again.

I turned the letter and on its backside, there was a picture.

It was my father looking young and handsome.

The letter was written by my father 30 years ago.

I entered his room and sat on a chair.

He was breathing heavily.

He was at the last stage of cancer.

Needles connected all over his body.

He lived as an atheist all his life.

I gave him that letter.

He asked surprisingly, ‘Is there an answer?’

I said, ‘No’.

He then threw the letter away.

I said, ‘There is no answer, but he exists’.

My father smiled and surrendered himself to death.






Sand and sun.

Sand and sun.

It was a warm day. The sun was interacting with the soil on the beach. The waves were trying and destroying their conversation by interfering every now and then. A girl was sitting on one side and was observing the water rushing towards her dry feet.
As the water touched her feet, she felt relieved. She thought that the waves were trying to console her. When the water mingled with bruises on her bare feet, she felt like they were getting healed. The sun rays entered her open mouth and fed her.
It has been four days since she had proper food. She managed by eating leftovers thrown in the garbage can. She tried the same today but she didn’t do it. The smell of that garbage flowed inside her head and she decided not to eat.
The whole day passed. The sun went down leaving the dark sky. The girl was still sitting on the beach. The water was a little cold now. A boy came and sat near her.
He asked, ‘what are you doing here? , you should come with me and eat something from the leftovers.’
The girl, with an infuriating face, said, ‘I don’t want to eat that garbage food. Please leave me alone.’

The boy left and the girl too stood up and started walking. She walked on the streets with disappointment. Hunger was not letting her think properly. She saw a man walking out of a restaurant. She went running to him and asked for food.
The man asked the girl, ‘why don’t you go do some work instead of begging?’
The girl kept quiet.
The man then pushed her aside and went towards his car.Another man standing nearby was watching the whole scene.

He came to the girl and said, ‘it was a good question dear, why don’t you do some work?’
The girl replied in an angry tone, ‘who said that I don’t work?’
‘I protect the sand beneath my feet from getting wet and I eat the sun’s rays to keep the atmosphere cool. The sand in return consoles me and the rays give me hope to survive.’
The man looked at the girl surprisingly. He then bought her dinner. The girl ate the food and thanked the man in return. The man left.
The girl followed the man. She wanted to know more about him. He was crossing the road. Suddenly, a car ran by him. But he remained untouched. He was like a transparent soul. The girl shouted in shock. The man turned back and looked. The girl was shocked. She didn’t have any idea about the whole thing.
The man smiled and suddenly his body turned into a figure of sand glowing in the sun’s rays.






A lovely bucolic setting. Farmers are sitting under a giant round figure which is pitching brightness from all sides of the blue texture above. Back then, the sun was not named. There were different names given to it according to the purpose it served. Like people used to call it the ball of light. And they were right too. As they all were sitting and expecting the light god to go and the rain god to return, a sudden explosion took place above.
Far away somewhere, something happened. Silence ruled around everywhere. All of them got afraid. It was the fear of the unknown. Lately, things have been happening to them and they were scared to hell. But they are together and alive. They could hear each other’s heartbeat racing on the tunes of the unknown. But they still want to know things. ‘What is on the other side?’ , They wonder.
I am walking towards my office. I am really scared. I am fifteen minutes late. Another opportunity for my boss to yell at me. People are shouting on the roads as I walk, My nerves are getting squeezed inside. The fear is now dancing on my forehead. I look around and see. There is nothing much happening, except in my head. In my head, I am still in that bucolic setting fearing from that explosion somewhere. Fearing the unknown.





It was a fine sunny morning. The sun stretched its form to pitch more and more light. There was a playground, little kids were playing football. The kids were running here and there scoring goal after goal. Loud cheers were coming from parents who were sitting in the stands.

A girl with both legs paralyzed was sitting behind the goal post, keenly observing the game. She was looking at the kids running and she was enthralled. She thought as if she was herself scoring those goals.

The goalkeeper, who was looking for the ball on the other goal post, with his hands on his forehead to hide his face from the sun, said to the girl, ‘ We are going to win you know, only fifteen minutes left and we are two goals ahead of them.’

‘Not if the match gets abandoned’, the girl replied.

The goalkeeper laughed. ‘Are you insane? How can the match get abandoned?’

The girl said, ‘It’s a possibility since the game is not yet over.’

The goalkeeper ignored her completely and got back to searching the ball which was still dancing in the opposite team’s defense.

The girl looked above and stared at the sun. The light rays were directly hitting her eyes, but she was not at all affected by it. Her eyes swallowed all the light and darkness covered the whole playground. Within a moment it started raining heavily. The rains were so heavy that all the kids ran towards their parents. The clouds were shouting above giving commands like a despot.

The girl was still sitting there. Her servant carried her to the sheds. She was completely wet. She just sat there and looked at the rains.

A few minutes later, the goalkeeper came to the sheds and sat beside the girl.

‘How did you know that rains were coming’, he asked.

The girl smiled.

Her servant carried her to the car. She was looking at the goalkeeper, who was completely stunned; she then stared at the clouds above. The sun came back to its power. The light was all around.

The goalkeeper ran towards her and asked, ‘How do you do that?’

‘I didn’t do anything’, the girl assured him.

‘Anything can be a possibility’, the girl said as her car wheels rolled on the wet streets glowing in the sunlight.







It is morning. My digital clock shows 5 AM. I look outside the window. It is dark. The sun is still down.

I folded my sheets, took my glasses which were placed near the lamp on the side table, and placed my left foot on the ground. As I was heading towards the washroom, my eyes fell on a newspaper, which was placed on the side table. There was a quote written on it on the left hand  side column of the front page. The quote said:  “ Believe in yourself.”

After one hour I am standing at the bus stop to catch my bus and get to work.

My office was almost 2 hours away from the bus stop. I was looking outside the window and enjoying the morning breeze. There was some warmness in the surroundings because of the rays of sun which just touched my hand. And two hours passed very quickly as I got occupied with my thoughts.

It is 8.30 AM. I am at the outside of my office building.

I entered the elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor. I opened my cabin door and sat on the chair. I started sorting out some files. I got busy with work. I forgot about the outside surroundings. And then I heard a knock on my door.

It is 1 PM. The office maid knocks my door. I say come in. She enters. She asks, ‘do you need anything, it is lunch time?’.

I told her that I don’t need anything. She said that I should stop my work and have lunch. At first I didn’t pay any attention to her. But I noticed that she was upset. It was not her fault. I should have listened to her immediately and that was really rude of me. I then said sorry to her, pushed my files on one side and opened my lunch box.

It is 7 PM. I am waiting for my bus. I look at the backside of the bus stop. There is something going on there. I walk towards the back side of the bust stop.

I saw two young boys, around 20 years old. They were forcing a girl towards the far end behind the bus stop. They were misbehaving with the girl, she was around 25 years of age. I saw them from a distance. Their faces were not clearly visible. I ran towards them. I ran almost a kilometer. They stopped at a large tree. They started assaulting the girl. And as I got  nearer, I realized that she was my office maid. Both of them were forcing her and beating her. She was shouting but her voice was not able to reach very far. It was getting dark.

It is 7.15 PM. I am watching the maid being raped, thinking of what to do.

I thought of going back asking for help but the time was scarce. They were on to the maid. So I ran towards them and jumped on them. I kicked one of them and pushed them away from her. They took out their knives and ran towards me. I kept kicking them as they tried to stab me. One of them cut the skin on the back of my hand. It was bleeding. The other started forcing the girl. A flash appeared for just a second inside my mind. I kicked the one who was beating me, and I kicked so hard in his stomach that he was almost unconscious. I grabbed the other one by his collar and threw him towards the tree. I took the maid’s hand and we ran very hard and never looked back.

It is 10.30 PM. I am inside my room holding the newspaper which I saw in the morning.

I took a paper and a pen. I wrote on the paper in capitals: “BELIEVE IN YOURSELF”. I fixed that paper on a wooden board pinned on the opposite side of my bedroom wall. I realized that I need this flash in my mind everyday.

The rule of the non-existing- A short story.

The rule of the non-existing- A short story.



She was in her bedroom, all her things were scattered on the floor. The window on the opposite wall was open. The locker inside the wardrobe was broken and all the money was gone. A hammer was lying outside the window. She took it. There was no inscrutability about the situation, she was robbed. The previous night she foreshadowed such a happening but she ignored it.

She went looking for the person who stole her money. She ran through the streets carrying a pugnacious attitude. The night was dark and silent. There was a sound playing in the background like a dirge. She thought that she saw someone going inside a house rushing. She thought that it was the thief. She entered the house and found no one. She entered the bedroom. The wardrobe was open. She saw a locker inside the wardrobe and broke it by using the hammer.

As she broke the locker, she found money. She faltered at first, but eventually, she took that money. She needed that money badly because she was robbed and she was scared of how her husband would react towards her negligent behavior. She heard someone on the door and so she rushed with the money opened the window and ran away.

She reached her house and kept the money inside the locker. She locked it.

There were two rooms in her house, each having a window and a wardrobe with a locker. A dog lived outside her house, whom she feared as the thief every time she heard a noise. And in that fear, she used to take her own money from the first room, run through the streets to enter her own house and put that money in the second room. And again when she would go into the first room she would forget about the money in the second room because of her fear and she would think that she was robbed and in search of the thief she would again come back to her own house after running through the streets and find that money in that second room which she would take and put it again in the first room. And then the dog outside her house will move again and she would fear that there is a thief. This happened every night.

It is weird how a non-existing fear can rule over you like a despot.

In the heart…

In the heart…

It was a bad day at school, she was maligned by her classmates again, her only fault was that she looked ugly. She was only 16 years old, and every day when she left for school, she knew that she had to fight, in order to survive. And most of the time she prevented any banters with her classmates by staying away, but she had to sit and learn with them. Somewhere in her mind she accepted her situation, because she had much more in her than every one around. She had a curious mind with immense potential to learn.

On the way home she was pondering about her life, and suddenly one of her classmates “Arjun”  came rushing towards her. He opened his bottle and poured water all over her head and then ran away.

After few seconds, his friends came and they all started laughing together.

“She is still dirty”, one of Arjun’s friend commented.

“don’t worry, next time I will make her clean”, Arjun replied.

“Now please give me my money”, he demanded.

It was a victory for Arjun, he won the bet, but for her it was humiliating. And she cried after reaching her home. In the night she was not able to sleep, she was feeling disgusted.

The next day when she entered the class, everybody started laughing over the previous day’s incident. The teacher came inside and everybody dipped their heads in their books.

It was Mr jacob’s period, he was a very good professor. And she liked him very much, he taught really well according to her. And she could ask anything from him and he will answer gracefully.

Mr Jacob was teaching about properties of light, and how do we see objects and nature.

“Sir”, she raised her hand and called.

“yes dear”, please ask.

“sir, how can I be sure that the way I see a particular thing or colour, everybody else sees it in the same way?”, she asked in a firm voice.

“well, what do you mean”, Mr Jacob inquired.

“Sir, suppose the garden outside is green, and I see it as green, but someone else might be seeing it in a different colour, how can I then be sure that my green is same as the other person’s green?”, she asked confidently.

“dear, it is a very thoughtful question, but you see every colour has a different wavelength which can be measured experimentally, and hence the colour green also has a particular wavelength, and so that wavelength will be same for you and the other observer, since the garden reflects only that wavelength”, Mr Jacob answered.

“but sir, even if the wavelength Is same, there is a possibility that what I see as green, can be different from what that other person sees. The other person might see my green as his or her blue. And hence what we see, is actually dependent on us.”, she replied.

Mr Jacob took a deep breath and pondered for a few seconds.

And then said, “ you might have a point in that girl”.

She then asked, “ so sir, is it then possible that what we see, is only our projection of something, and it may not be the truth.”

“ yes definitely, it doesn’t have to be the truth”, Mr Jacob replied.

The class started giggling and Arjun stabbed her with his book and said, “ stop, you dumbo.”

She didn’t hesitated.

She asked Mr jacob again, “ sir, so what I see as beautiful and dirty is just my perspective, and it is my perspective which is dirty if I see something as dirty?”

She looked at Arjun while saying this, as if she was making a statement.

“ yes, absolutely right dear”. Mr jacob nodded.

“Dirty are the eyes that sees dirty, and beautiful are the eyes that sees beauty”, Mr jacob stated.

The bell rang, and she went towards the door smiling. She looked at Arjun and he ignored her. He was looking embarrassed.

She was a girl, who had dreams, and she was beautiful. She has no name in particular, she lies in the heart of every girl.